Chapter Hundred-Forty-Nine – Seized To Exist
Mira wrapped her small hand around Stefan's finger, pulling him with her towards Laurel.
Laurel frowned, when he actually followed. What in goddess' sake did he want to talk about?
She hadn't submitted the officials report yet but she was still on that. She closed the door when they entered.
Marino felt sleepy so she laid him on a couch.
"Alpha—"
"Can I ask what the Prince of Damancas came to 'talk' about?" Stefan made himself comfortable on a seat.
Did he think the Prince didn't come to talk? Laurel wondered, noticing his emphasis on talk. Or could it be the position that he saw them in that made him think so?
She didn't want to be upfront about it, so asked a diverting question. "You look unwell, did something happen at High Mountains?"
That's the biggest project of Black Claws currently, rebuilding what they destroyed to accommodate their people.
